Chapter 18 – Ben #2
She raised up just enough for me to peel the dress off her, leaving her in just a matching green lace bra and panty set that already had my cock twitching at the sight of her.
She settled back onto my lap, and I reveled in the feel of her warm bare skin and the rough lace against the fabric of my slacks, drinking in the sight of her ass, perfectly positioned for me to spank it again. It was devastatingly intimate. I could feel every shiver, every quickened breath.
I remembered what she’d said last night… petty, defiant, and perfect: ‘I want it to hurt your hand just as much as it hurts my ass’.
So, I gave her my hand again.
The first strike landed firm, a solid crack that echoed loud in the quiet room. She gasped, her body jerking slightly, but I didn’t rush the next one. I let my palm rest against the heat blooming on her skin, rubbing slow, soothing circles while the sting settled.
“This is for letting him put my ring on your finger,” I murmured, my voice low and almost broken.
I gave her another measured spank, harder this time. She cried out with a sharp, needy sound that went straight to my cock, leaving me hard and throbbing.
I rubbed her ass again, slower this time.
“This is for saying yes to him.”
Her back arched as I lifted my hand, pressing her ass up into my hand like she was chasing the next strike.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
I spanked her hard, then rubbed slow, hypnotic circles, soothing the sting until she was practically squirming and clenching her thighs.
“This is for making me feel things I can’t control.”
Each word felt ripped out of me. Every impact landed on her skin, turning it red, but it echoed inside my chest. Jealousy, awe, terror, and want all hit me harder than my palm could ever strike her ass. I wasn’t punishing her tonight as much as I was mentally and emotionally bleeding out on her.
She was screaming for me now, real cries, raw and open, but her hips rolled back into every blow and her thong and thighs were slick with pussy juices that soaked through my slacks where her pussy pressed against my leg.
I groaned, low and helpless, because fuck, the way she responded…
the way she gave herself over to me completely, destroyed me more thoroughly than any of my scars ever had.
Mid-way through, I couldn’t take it anymore.
I stopped, my hand splayed possessively over the glowing heat of her ass, and reached for her left hand, the one wearing my mother’s ring.
I brought it to my lips and kissed the green stone, slow and deliberate, then turned her palm up and pressed it to the unscarred side of my face…
the right side, the one the world still thought was beautiful.
It was an apology I couldn’t voice, a confession I wasn’t ready to make.
I just held her hand against my cheek for a long breath, letting her feel the smoothness of that half of me against her skin, letting the ring rest cool between us like a promise I was terrified I didn’t deserve.
She stilled on my lap, fingers curling instinctively, cradling my cheek like something precious.
In that moment, with her blindfolded and trembling and marked by my hand, wearing my mother’s ring against my skin, I wasn’t the monster anymore. I was just a man who was completely fucking undone.
I looked down at her, flushed and trembling across my lap, her ass glowing red from my hand, and felt something in me surrender to the need I’d been trying to resist ever since last night.
“You took that so well, baby,” I rasped. “Now you get your reward.”
I lifted her gently, turned her in my arms, and laid her back against the pillows, and peeled off her bra and panties.
No knife tonight, just my trembling hands.
I didn’t want anything sharp between us tonight.
I moved slow and reverent as I peeled away the bra first, then her panties and tossed them aside, kissing every inch of skin I’d exposed.
I kissed the slope of her shoulder, the curve of her breast, the soft skin just above her navel, the inside of her thigh. It felt like worship… like I was finally allowed to touch something sacred.
When she was bare beneath me, I eased her legs apart and settled between them.
I started with my mouth, the way I had last night, but went slower this time.
I was deliberate, almost devotional as I ate her out in long, deep strokes of my tongue, circling her clit until she was writhing beneath me, her hands fisted in the duvet cover.
I whispered against her slick skin, my voice muffled and wrecked.
“You’re perfect, little doll… so fucking perfect. Seeing that ring on your finger while I taste you? It looks right. It belongs there.”
“Please, sir—”
She started begging, soft at first, then desperate pleas spilling out like an unhinged prayer. Only then did I rise, shedding my clothes fast, my cock heavy and aching for her. I positioned myself between her thighs again, nudging her entrance, bare and burning for her.
I sank in slow, one long, relentless push until I was buried to the hilt inside her tight cunt. We both gasped, the sound ragged in the quiet room. I stilled, dropping my forehead to hers, the silk blindfold the only thing separating us.
“You feel that, little doll?” I managed, my voice completely wrecked. “That’s me claiming what’s already mine.”
I started moving… deep, grinding strokes at first, savoring every inch of her heat wrapped around me.
She clenched, moaned, and met every roll of my hips like she was fucking made for it.
I built the pace, gradually going harder and more possessive, until the bed creaked beneath us and her cries of pleasure filled the room.
I flipped her onto her stomach, hand fisting in her hair to arch her back, the other pinning her left hand, the one with my ring on it, to the mattress beside her head.
“This ring on your finger while I’m inside you? Fuck, little doll, you’re killing me.”
The words tore out of me on a growl. I drove into her harder, deeper, the breeding urge I’d kept leashed since the first time I laid eyes on her four years ago finally snapping free.
“I’m gonna fill you up, little doll,” I snarled against her ear. “I’m going to fuck a baby into you and never let you leave. Ever.”
She shattered around me, coming hard, crying out into the pillow as her pussy pulsed and spasmed around me.
The feel of her coming undone dragged me over the edge with her.
I saw stars as I pushed in as deep as I could get, thick ropes of cum spilling inside her, my hips jerking helplessly as I collapsed over her back, spent and shaking, but still careful to keep any scarred part of my upper body away from her.
I stayed inside her longer than I should have, longer than was safe for what little control I had left to my name. I kissed the nape of her neck, the curve of her shoulder, traced the silver band and green stone with my thumb like I could brand the moment into both of us.
I almost told her everything… that I was both Jacob and Ben, how I’d watched her for four years now, the way she’d owned me since the day she bandaged my hand and looked me in the eye without flinching at my scars.
Instead, I forced myself to pull out, the loss of her heat a physical ache. I cleaned us both minimally with a towel from her bathroom and dressed in silence, my every movement mechanical.
At her bedside, I leaned down, my voice steady again, but just barely.
“Count to one hundred,” I said. “Do not remove the blindfold until then.”
She nodded and I walked to the door, hand on the knob, and paused.
I looked back at her, sprawled across the duvet, marked by my mouth and my hand, wearing my mother’s ring, her thighs still dripping with my seed. Dripping with me.
I was fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.
The Game was supposed to bind her to me safely, inescapably, and give me a way to keep her without risking the truth until it was impossible for her to walk away regardless, but she was binding me instead, with that ring, and her moans, and her honesty every time I interrogated her.
When the truth comes out, will she still say yes to me, or will she run as far and fast as she can?
I opened the door, stepped into the hidden passage, and pulled the domino mask free. The cool air hit my scarred face like a slap. I whispered into the dark, so low she couldn’t possibly hear me.
“It’s always been you for me, Chrissy, ever since the first time I laid eyes on you.”
I closed the passage door behind me and stood there in the narrow corridor, the mask dangling from my fingers, staring at my shaking hands.
The countdown to Christmas Eve wasn’t the only deadline for me anymore.
The real one was sand in an hourglass, swiftly running out, timing how long I could keep lying to the only woman who’d ever really seen me and not just my scars or my money.